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the room, wondering just how long she could be gone. The bathroom excuse had worked really well at Melinda’s penthouse and it was worth trying here in Jenny’s mini-suite.

 

Hannah was almost positive that Jenny had loved Wayne, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t killed him.

 

Since the folding doors were open and Jenny could be watching, Hannah headed straight for the bathroom. Once inside she was hidden from view, and Hannah leaned against the doorjamb, letting her eyes do a search of the room.

 

Everything was perfectly ordinary, from the three nice suits hanging in the closet to the array of cosmetics on the dresser table. Hannah was actually considering crawling across the floor to search under the bed when she spotted something unusual in the corner.

 

It was a large pink box with purple stars scattered across its surface. Because she’d tried to buy it for Tracey, Hannah knew that Teensy’s environments came in bright pink boxes with purple stars. But what was a divorced woman on a tight budget doing with an expensive children’s toy? Could Carrie be right? Had Jenny been pregnant when she’d left Lake Eden? There was only one way to find out and Hannah got straight to it.

 

“I see you’ve got a Teensy environment,” Hannah addressed Jenny as she came out into the living room again.

 

“Oh, yes. Yes, I do. I picked it up at the airport in Minneapolis right after I landed.”

 

“Is it for your daughter?”

 

Jenny clasped her hands together tightly as she nodded.

 

“Yes, it’s for Anna. She’s five now. But I never told anyone here in Lake Eden. How did you know?”

 

“Carrie thought you were pregnant when you left, but she wasn’t sure. Is Wayne her father?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Did he know?”

 

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Jenny’s face turned pale. “I was going to tell him this morning. He … He’s the reason I came back here.”

 

The story came out in bits and pieces, interspersed with fresh tears, but Hannah managed to put it all together. Wayne had called Jenny in Florida and asked her to come back to Lake Eden. He told her that he’d made a terrible mistake when he’d left her for Melinda and he begged for her forgiveness.

 

“He said he wanted to get back together.” Jenny stopped to dab at her eyes with a handkerchief that had been drier at the start of their conversation. “And he said he’d already told Melinda. We were supposed to meet this morning for breakfast and work out the details.”

 

“And that’s when you were going to tell him about Anna?” Andrea asked her.

 

“Yes. I didn’t want to do it on the phone. I wanted to see his face, judge his reaction, make sure he really wanted his daughter.”

 

She wanted Wayne alive, not dead, Hannah thought. But the lack of discernable motive didn’t completely clear her.

 

“I didn’t tell the police everything I did,” Jenny admitted, looking more than a little embarrassed. “I guess I was afraid that handsome detective would think I was acting like a teenager with her first crush.”

 

“Why? What did you do?” Hannah asked, giving her an encouraging smile.

 

“Wayne and I had a signal when we were in high school.

 

He lived on the next block and when he walked by my window and I was home, I used to open it and coo like a mourning dove. It was my way of saying, ‘ I love you.’ He’d whistle back like a whippoorwill and that was his way of saying, ‘ I love you, too.’”

 

“That’s sweet,” Andrea said.

 

Sweet, but silly, Hannah thought, but of course she didn’t say it. Instead, she asked, “Did you coo at Wayne when he walked past your window?”

 

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“No. I was all ready to do it, but he never walked past.”

 

“Is it possible you missed him?” Andrea asked her.

 

“No. I sat right there waiting. I was really excited to see him again, even if it was just through a window. I kept looking for Wayne right up until I saw all the flashing lights when the deputies drove up in front.”

 

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ANGEL PILLOWS

 

Preheat oven to 275 degrees F., rack in the middle position.

 

(Not a misprint—that’s two

 

hundred seventy-five degrees F.)

 

Hannah’s 1st Note: Don’t even THINK about making these if it’s raining. Meringue does best on very dry days.

 

3 egg whites (save the yolks to add to scrambled eggs)

 

1?4 teaspoon cream of tartar

 

1?2 teaspoon vanilla

 

1?4 teaspoon salt

 

1 cup white (granulated) sugar

 

2 Tablespoons flour (that’s 1?8 cup) 1 cup chocolate chips (6-ounce package—I used Ghirardelli’s)

 

1?2 cup chopped nuts (I used pecans) Separate the egg whites and let them come up to room temperature. This will give you more volume when you beat them.

 

Prepare your baking sheets by lining them with parchment paper (works best) or brown parcel-wrapping paper.

 

Spray the paper with Pam or another nonstick cooking spray and dust it lightly with flour.

 

Hannah’s 2nd Note: You can do this by hand, but it’s a lot easier with an electric mixer.

 

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Beat the egg whites with the cream of tartar, vanilla, and salt until they are stiff enough to hold a soft peak. Add the cup of sugar gradually, sprinkling it in by quarter cups and beating hard for ten seconds or so after each sprinkling.

 

Sprinkle in the flour and mix it in at low speed, or fold it in with an angel food cake whisk.

 

Gently fold in the chocolate chips and the chopped nuts with a rubber spatula.

 

Drop little mounds of dough on your paper-lined cookie sheet. If you place four mounds in a row and you have five rows, you’ll end up with 20 cookies per sheet.

 

Bake at 275 degrees F. for approximately 40 (forty) minutes, or until the meringue part of the cookie is hard to the touch.

 

Cool on the paper-lined cookie sheet by setting it on a wire rack. When the cookies are completely cool, peel them carefully from the paper and store them in an airtight container in a dry place.

 

Hannah’s 3rd Note: The refrigerator is NOT a dry place!

 

Yield: 3 to 4 dozen melt-in-your-mouth cookies.

 

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